The waitress may say, “Tell me when” as she shreds cheese over your salad. Your response “That’s enough” stops the grater. December is the month when we might like to say “That’s enough,” but there’s always more. Nothing stops. December is a cascade of parties, plays, shopping, baking, visiting, decorating, hosting, praying, longing, expecting. Sure, there’s anxiety and fatigue in all this, but who can say “That’s enough”? If December were a piece of pumpkin pie, and December were the whip cream, why stop? Just enjoy the “too much-ness of the season.” Let the cup of December run over. In bleak January, you’ll be glad you did.